The rift above the temple tore wider, pulsing like a living wound in the sky.
Through it, the fiery mountains of the demon realm bled into the night, rivers of molten lava and ash flowing into the mortal world. The air screamed with the cries of ancient spirits trapped between realms.
Kanji stood at the temple's edge, black sword glowing bright gold and red. His aura radiated power so immense it pushed back the remaining demons surrounding the temple, flattening forests and hills as though announcing his dominion.
Ravnos hovered above the rift, wings unfurling like shadowed blades. His molten-gold eyes locked on Kanji.
"So… you bring your newfound power to the battlefield," he said, voice echoing across the worlds.
"But this is still my realm. And in my realm, I am god."
Kanji tightened his grip on the colossal black sword.
"I'm not afraid of you anymore," he replied, voice steady, molten energy spilling from his hands.
"I am Kanji. I am my father's heir. And I will not let you harm anyone else!"
With a deafening roar, Kanji surged forward, crossing the rift between worlds. The ground of the demon realm cracked under his steps, rivers of lava boiling where he touched.
Ravnos met him in midair. Shadows exploded around them, energy clashing in a storm that ripped the sky. Every strike from the black sword collided with molten energy blasts, sending shockwaves that shattered mountains and split rivers of fire.
Below, the demon armies clashed with the remaining temple monks and summoned protective wards. Spells collided with dark magic; creatures screamed and fell as the battlefield turned into chaos incarnate.
Rin and Seiji held the temple gates with every ounce of their strength, summoning glowing talismans that burned with holy light, trying to keep the rift stable.
Rin shouted, "Master! Kanji's fighting in the demon realm! If he falters, the entire temple will fall!"
Ryou's voice was calm but grim.
"He cannot falter. He is the heir. And the sword… it flows with his father's power. The boy is not just fighting… he is awakening as the Child of Destruction."
High above, Kanji clashed repeatedly with Ravnos. Each strike of the black sword sent molten energy and shadow spiraling outward, incinerating demons and ripping the landscape of the demon realm apart.
Ravnos smirked, circling him.
"You are strong, nephew… but strength alone does not make a ruler. Will you take the throne of death… or will you be destroyed by it?"
Kanji's golden eyes blazed.
"I will decide my own destiny!"
He swung the sword in a massive arc. Chains erupted from the blade, wrapping around Ravnos and crushing him against the jagged rocks of the demon realm.
Ravnos roared in fury, breaking free with dark lightning tearing across his body.
"You… you will pay for defying me!"
Kanji's aura exploded further, the sword glowing with a light that split the night.
"Then come!" he shouted, voice echoing across the realms.
"For everyone who cannot fight! For my father! For the world!"
The two clashed again—shadow against molten light, father's legacy against uncle's betrayal.
Every strike split mountains, turned rivers to steam, and sent shockwaves across the demon realm.
And in the distance, chains rattled. The colossal black sword in the demon realm stirred.
A deep voice echoed through the void:
"The heir is here… the realms will tremble. All shall witness the power of the Child of Destruction."
Kanji felt it—his full power, merging with his father's legacy, his demon side, and his wizard blood. The prophecy was no longer a warning. It was happening now.
The battle for the demon realm had begun.
And no force—neither uncle, army, nor demon—could stop him.
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